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Monthly Archives: December 2014

Wish you had superpowers? Do you want invisibility, so you can be introverted and extroverted at the same time? Flight, so you can travel the world for free? Or mind control, so you can, well, control minds? Maybe you should reconsider…

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know you were expecting me to share words of wisdom with you, maybe say something to you about God and your soul and forgiveness and redemption. Ans all those things are good things that need to be said in the right time, but . . . honestly, Harry. I wouldn’t be your friend if I didn’t point out to you that you are behaving like an amazingly pigheaded idiot.”

“Is it bad that I am so impressed by author John Green that I begin to make things up to be impressed about, like for instance, his name. Only a humble, incredibly talented, un-auspicious person would use the simplest form possible of his first and last names as his author name. The fact that he doesn’t spell Green with an unnecessary ‘e’ on the end makes me sigh. It’s ridiculous.”

I searched You Tube for this “new” version of an old song, only to discover it was the version sung by Richie Havens in 1969 at Woodstock! I am a hippie at heart and it totally gave me the excuse I needed to add it to The Red String soundtrack! Peace, love and Richie Havens…
This one’s for Li and Ainsling.

Like this:

Writers often get into ruts and this is a great reminder to not stay in them.

You are more than the things you tell yourself on repeat.

My god, you have no idea how badly I want to believe in those words. I want to say them on repeat. I want to grab people in public places and just shake them real good while those words shoot outof my mouth like promises I know I can keep.

You are more than the things you tell yourself on repeat.

I wrote them in my palm. I kept opening and closing up my hand just so I could see those words, suck them in, believing for longer than a second that the words are true. They’re written in ink. I never want to stop reading them. I keep thinking they’ll act like a cloak that hangs over my shoulders and keeps me protected from the doubt and the insecurity that try to come crawling beneath my…